#rahna

Tailtiu- Crocus: Cheerfulness, innocence, spirit of positivity, new beginnings, youthful, abuse not, the best days have passed us

Claud- Penstemon: Spiritual knowledge, inner strength, gentle courage, understanding, risks of the heart

Arvis- Wisteria: Serious devotion, inspiration, creative expansion, success, good luck especially for the start of a business or new marriage, welcome, wisdom gained from a long life, humility, reflection, endurance in the face of heartache, sadness, sacrifice

Eldigan- Daffodil: Regard, chivalry, respect, new beginnings, hope, memories, forgiveness, omen of misfortune

Rahna- White Jasmine: Motherhood, love, respect, beauty, hospitality, honor, warmth, sensitivity, gifted to leaders

Byron- Hawthorn: Protection, hope, longevity, faith, love, best wishes for others’ well-being, attract misfortune

Annand- White Camellia: Admiration, perfection, respect, care without romantic interest, devotion, death

Lombard- Black Hollyhock: Ambition, status, nobility, fruitfulness, powerful presence

Reptor- Muscari: Power, confidence, wisdom, disappointment, death

Aida- Rhododendron: Warning, danger, rarity, hard work, danger beneath beautiful outer appearances, used to indicate someone is making the wrong choice, temptation, caution, harbinger of adversity to come

Haitai Nanafa

Setting: BAaT

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Vyrnnus leaves the issue two groups over, making a beeline for Rhys and his group.  Barely with time to peek at Rahna, who is clearly exhausted, and Alenko, whose concern is as great as his own, Rhys steps to the side, a move that draws the turian’s stern gaze immediately.  “Shepard,” he all but growls disdainfully, invading Rhys’ personal space.  It’s all he can do to stay where he is.  

Swallowing tightly, Rhys stares over his shoulder in the distance, a trick his father taught him when he was small.  “My fault, sir.”  Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Rahna visibly shaking, though whether that’s from the turian’s presence or the stress of the morning’s exercise, he cannot say.  

The sneer is a sound Rhys hopes he never gets used to.  He hasn’t met many turians other than the few that Conatix brought in to teach them. At this point, he hopes to never run into another as long as he lives.  But for the moment he holds his ground, stares straight ahead, and prays the commander simply forces him to skip a meal.

like the bullets of a gun they drove my tears, and my feet to run the hell out of here

merry @nagamas!

this is my present for a lovely anon! i also drew something for the velthomer brothers but as that didnt turn out so well, i didnt upload it (if you still wanna see it though, shoot me an ask or sth?)

so heres my attempt at rahna reading some silesian fairytales to smol levin :> im not the best artist and still trying out a lot of things, but a lot of work went into this, so i hope you will enjoy it anyway!

i do plan on editing this digitally eventually bc some things just cant be done traditionally, but that might have to wait until next year or so bc i just dont have the time rn and def wouldnt be able to make it until the deadline (even with an extension), sadly

The Inheritance Cycle 13/?; Deities: Rahna, Honored Mother